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My Mom, Beverly Gean Sellers Lushbaugh

BGIn memoriam of Beverly Gean Sellers Lushbaugh, my wonderful mom; who went to be with her Lord, June 9, 1990.

“UNAWARE of Reality”

Driving to the hospital unaware of reality around me;
Seeing freeway signs yet uncomprehending their meaning.
My mind races ahead to you…
What will I find when I get there?

There you are in the emergency room behind a temporary curtain
That keeps nothing private from anyone.
They come in wearing white coats, white shoes
And pull and prod and probe.
What will they find within you?

You writhe in pain that is relentless
And I can do nothing to help you.
I call for the nurse, the doctor;
They give you medication but it doesn’t help.
They order morphine and more tests.
What will they find with them?

Day after day goes by, six to be exact.
I drive back and forth listening to music
That I choose to sing along with
To keep my mind focused on Him.
Friends come and go, bring gifts, and call.
Flowers arrive with special messages of love
And loved ones sit and talk and wait. What will we find here tomorrow?
I tell you things I have always told you since I was a little girl:
“I love you, Mom. You’re the best Mom in the whole world!”
We recall moments of yesteryear
And laugh and cry and we
Reluctantly say good-bye.
I release you to my Creator and Father.
What will He find there?

Awakened suddenly.   No reason.
I am compelled to get up, get dressed, and get to you.
I am not the only one; dad is there, too.
Yes, you are there, but is this really you?
Pale, frail, unaware of reality around you,
Eyes closed; a rattle in your breathing now.

And while we are watching you,
The Lord sends an Angel for you.
We were unaware of the true reality around us,
Yet you saw it clearly with your eyes tightly closed!
Ushered into Heaven by the Lord Himself;
What will you find there?  Peace!
And I will find my Mother.
By Pamela Stephens, June, 1990 b-g-21

A Mother’s Day Tribute

by Pamela Stephens

It’s that time of year again for telling the one who loved us,

protected us, and nourished us,

that we love them…

and I do.

It’s that time of year again for Mother-Daughter teas

with new floral dresses,

to watch Mother-Daughter fashion shows

and eat petit-fours while we sip lemonade…

and I will.

It’s that time of year again for buying special cards

that reflect those all too often unspoken feelings

for those gracious hands that sent us off,

picked us up, encouraged us, patted us

on the head and told us, ‘You can do it’….

but I won’t.

It’s that time of year again for daughters who have mothers;

for those who have living mothers and daughters;

it’s that time of year again for others….

but not for us.

It’s that time of year again for my girls and for me.

We will go to the Mother-Daughter tea

in our floral dresses and sip lemonade and eat petit-fours,

but it won’t be the same, never again, at this time of year

without you.

But no matter what time of year,

I will always appreciate you for the mother you were for me.

No matter what time of year,

I will always remember your tenderness and love…

And I do.

It’s that time of year for saying, “I love you, Mom.”

And I still do, and I always will….

Happy Mother’s Day Forever!

—-1991—-

(*Mom died of breast cancer at age 62)BG